[the provocation is quite obvious; sizhui has to bite his lip to keep from actually saying something. (or worse: smiling when he shouldn't.) he catches jason's dubious look, lets himself smirk at the response he gets, especially considering the way he words it— which dick is, predictably, quick to correct and sizhui's smile widens the faintest bit. briefly whispered against his boyfriend's ear,] Likely not as impressive as you, [then he affectionately nudges jason's cheek before withdrawing, handing him the drink and flexing his fingers a few times.] I'm going to do my best, though.

[disregarding his short stature, sizhui bridges the distance between them and dick with little to no effort despite his inebriation, leaving a respectable arms-length between, left hand shyly raised.] Your injuries, [he (finally!) acknowledges, glancing from his now blue-tinged fingertips back to dick.]

I could heal them for you. [a moment's hesitation] As long as you're okay with it?